Silent Crown Chapter 584: Blood of Amber
It's getting a bit bad at first.
No, it's super bad!
On the deadly stage, only the melody of the Sixth Requiem reverberates. Thirteen heads stood in the surrounding darkness, silently blocking all internal and external roads.
Ye Qingxuan could feel the real fate in their bodies, and the last part, the more terrifying aura on the bodies of the gray-clothed musicians and the red-clothed musicians.
That is the leader and deputy of the first generation of Royal Orchestra, the peerless musician known as Angluo protects the country, and the most direct inheritor and pioneer of the Royal School.
More importantly...
They were all scepters when they were alive!
And it's the strongest kind...
Although I don’t know whether the reorganized Fate Chapter can evolve the power of the scepter after he died and returned, but the two people’s reputation and terrible record are enough to chill.
The thirteen heads, and the thirteen large bands of musicians behind them, represent the strength of musicians at the peak of Anglo.
If it is one, Ye Qingxuan can still suppress it. The deceased has many loopholes. Even if he is good at covering up, he still needs to avoid it.
If there are two, he will be in a hurry.
If there were five, he would not even think about it and escape at all costs.
With the current lineup, as well as the leader and deputy of the original Royal Orchestra, Ye Qingxuan has no confidence in winning.
But what is even more curious in his heart now is...what is the power that brought these musicians who have been dead for hundreds of years back to this world.
Whether their resurrection has any restrictions. What is the relationship between them and Leviathan...
Is the palace seal of the Shadow of Avalon intact?
And...
Ye Qingxuan followed their hollow gaze and fell on the girl in that corner...
Mary.
But why is Mary?
Why did these thirteen commanders inexplicably take Penglai's medicine and die? Why did they inexplicably resurrect? And why did you keep chasing Mary?
Don’t you forget to be loyal to the royal family even after you die?
Stop kidding.
Ye Qingxuan was amused by his thoughts.
He stiffly stopped in front of Mary and scanned the thirteen leaders around him. No, it is now twelve. Among them, Iron River musician Nigel has been unscrewed by himself.
Well, it is also said to have been a musician in the field of the scepter. As a result, he did not even have time to use the chapter of fate. The second death was so aggrieved, it is ridiculous to think about it.
Too weak.
Even Ye Qingxuan didn't expect a rendezvous, and the battle was resolved only by a surprise attack.
And just as he was thinking about how to delay time and find a way to bring Mary and Christine out of the shadow of Avalon, in the farthest darkness, the red-clothed musician who coldly watched all this lifted up. palm.
The leader of the first generation of Royal Orchestras, and deservedly the strongest among the thirteen leaders.
The scepter musician who assisted Arthur to create the Royal School.
The star caller, the strange eye, the orca... the various nicknames about him are either terrible or dark enough to fill a whole page of history.
It is said that in his later years, there was a problem with the transaction between him and the strange in the etheric world, because it was too deep and unknowingly, it had been assimilated.
My name and information were dissolved in the ether, and even lost his appearance.
At this moment, his face is blank, as if shrouded in mist.
Just slowly raised his palms and unfolded them towards Ye Qingxuan.
On the palm of the palm, is a glass bottle the size of a thumb. Amber-like viscous liquid is rippling in it. Just looking at it, it seems to smell the fragrance of blood, with a strange magical nature, which is dazzling. Fascinated.
Amidst the halo of blood rippling intricately, Gul's cold eye opened slowly. As if through the blood, staring at Ye Qingxuan's touch.
The whole body is cold.
Ye Qingxuan stepped back, almost unable to restrain the urge to scream. A strong feeling of vomiting emerged from his chest, and an unquenchable tremor dominated his body.
This is a strong sense of crisis that has affected self-awareness.
At the same time, a thick and heavy killing intent like mercury emerged from the bottom of my heart, and every thought trembled rapidly and fell into madness.
He gasped violently.
Unknowingly, he has bent down, sweating.
Almost limp to the ground.
It was only a moment, but it seemed to have been tortured for a long time.
The sonorous sound of the piano suddenly sounded, the strings of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei were fluctuated, spontaneously activating the blood of heaven and human, the silver moonlight in the blood rushed with anger, and in a flash, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness was filled and everything was frozen. The emotions that are not under his control, then are like an axe and an iron saw, eradicating the involuntary killing intent and madness.
Return to freedom.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, and looked at the amber blood in the hands of the big head guard.
What the **** is that...
At the same time, harsh screams rang from Galahad's barrier.
The iron wall of the wind and the sword was torn to pieces in an instant, torn apart.
From the inside out?
Ye Qingxuan turned his head in shock and saw Mary's red eyes.
The crazy Longwei seeped from her pores, unprecedentedly powerful, almost condensed a bit of liquid, turned into crimson blood flowing down from her body, dripping into a pool of blood full of destruction and madness. The blood flow swept across slowly.
The broken dress was torn to pieces by Longwei in an instant.
Instead, it is the material condensed by Longwei, like a burning red dress...
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.
The bottle of amber blood that the head of the group took out was not aimed at himself at all, but at Mary!
Under the gaze of the eye in blood, the curse in the dragon's blood was ignited, exploded, turned into blood, and spewed from Mary's body.
In the blood, Mary wailed and choked, but couldn't help the sound of laughter in her throat.
——The Ripper wakes up!
"It sucks."
Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, turned his head, glanced at the dead standing silently in the distance, and made a gesture of waiting. Then, he retracted his gaze and walked towards Mary...
In an instant, countless blood gleamed on his face.
Sharp noises are heard one after another.
It's like falling into a giant juicer, cutting with countless blades, hammering, pulling with pliers, squeezing by gravity...enough to turn ordinary people from a whole into pieces, from solid to liquid in an instant Finally, it evaporates into blood and burnt smoke.
Under the clothes of original sin, Ye Qingxuan's face was pale.
Scared.
Mary now has stepped into a very dangerous area.
The awakening level of the dragon blood is too close to the prototype-although it is limited and age, and slightly inferior in strength, the key is the potential, which can definitely surpass her mother Elizabeth.
If she can succeed to the throne, she will definitely become the emperor closest to Arthur in hundreds of years...but it's not a good thing to think with her toes.
The royal families of the past dynasties are wandering in painful contradictions.
The dragon's blood cannot be awakened, which means that it has no talent and cannot control the sword in the stone and the final line of defense of Angru. If the dragon blood awakens too early and too dangerously, it may go crazy at any time and degenerate into a monster.
To count it down, the happiest emperor in Anglo’s history turned out to be the fourth-generation king known as the "incompetent George"-no external threats, no internal decay, and he did not awaken the dragon blood until he was forty years old. Before he died, he could only say that he was barely reluctant. Negative emotions can all be resolved through mating...
Although he was incompetent, he passed Ronghua's life steadily.
All problems are left to future generations to solve.
I wonder if this is considered mediocre luck?
Thinking wildly, Ye Qingxuan pushed forward against Long Wei's tear, stretched out his hand, and suddenly hugged Mary into his arms. The garment of original sin was turbulent and could hardly be maintained. In a flash, it was torn by the manic Longwei hundreds of times...
And Ye Qingxuan's fingers were also pressed on Mary's forehead.
The **** and smiling girl was stunned.
The madness in his eyes quickly blurred, motionless, dumbfounded, the blood-colored dragon's might quickly dissipated, exposing large areas of white skin.
"Wait a moment."
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly in her ear: "It will be all right soon."
The garment of original sin fell off Ye Qingxuan's body and quickly covered Mary, even wrapping her face without leaving an inch of gap. Immediately afterwards, countless iron crystals grew from the clothes of original sin, intertwined with each other, and turned into cages.
Countless music theories are turned into chains and entangled on them. The friction between music theory and music theory bursts out sparks, which also makes the entire seal stronger.
In the end, Mary disappeared, leaving only a heavy iron coffin.
There is no more sound in the iron coffin.
It's like falling into a long sleep.
Ye Qingxuan staggered backwards two steps, released his strength, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and panted. In the etheric realm, Xiao Yuan sensed the weakness of his body, and the spring of sweetness was spilled, and his empty body quickly began to recover.
Finally, it's better.
Christine looked at him in astonishment, dumbfounded:
"What did you do?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly: "A little bit of the dirty tricks of the Xiang Musician-dream preparation, blocking is not as good as sparse, is it reluctant to give her a channel to vent her negative emotions? But in the final analysis, it is still drinking dove. Thirsty.
The dream will not last long. Before it ends, she must be taken out. "
Speaking, he looked at the dead who were gradually encircling, vomiting the last hesitation and confusion, and softly said: "The musicians of the previous generations...it's terrible."
Crash!
The Nine Heavens Ring Pei popped from his fingertips, criss-crossing in the air, and in the end, it became invisible.
The proliferation of music theory has constructed a huge chapter, and the chapter of destiny extends from Ye Qingxuan's body, running along the strings of it.
The natural disaster resonates and is ready to go.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile when he felt the astonishment flashing in those hollow eyes and the footsteps that had stagnated for a moment.
Sure enough, I'm still pretty strong!
"Which one of you will come first?"
He walked forward~IndoMTL.com~ blocked Christine and Mary, and smiled happily at the corner of his mouth:
"Or... together?"
In the deadly silence, facing the ridicule of the underachievers hundreds of years later, the deceased never exploded in anger.
The crowd separates.
The vaguely large group leader stood out from the crowd. Behind him, countless darkness rose up. In the darkness, one could vaguely see the raging ocean tide, the sweeping storm, and the pitch-black thundercloud.
In the deepest part of the thundercloud, beastly surging, the once king of the storm slowly opened his eyes...
And among the dead, someone suddenly reached out and stopped in front.
He is the master in gray, who is his deputy.
The commander and his deputy looked at each other for a moment, seemingly persuaded, and gave up the showdown. He returned to his original position, and the gray-clothed musician who had stopped the large group leader turned his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan.
There seems to be a trace of emotion in the hollow pupils.
Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly.
For myself, the musician who is playing the duel in place of the leader is even more difficult than the leader.
He knows Ye Qingxuan's trump card perfectly.
The gray-clothed musician walks slowly with his cane.
Under the gray outer robe, there is a simple dress, low-key and restrained, and only a seal ring representing the family is worn on the finger.
Compared to a musician, he is more like a gentle scholar.
I also wears an elegant top hat, which is exactly the same as Ye Qingxuan's original one...
Feeling the familiar Xiaoyuan fluctuation in the other party's chapter of fate, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little headache:
"Are you planning to clean up the door for the Shixin School yourself?"
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